Also – do check out Simon’s blog – he crafted two beautiful posts that captured our trip perfectly: simonlindley.net.
Today, as I walked the dogs up the road from Red Mountain, I thought about hiking and why it is so essential to me. Several reasons, I think. It captivated me and reeled me in the minute I took my first “walk” in the Swiss Alps. I looked around me and realized that to see the real beauty and wonders of this world, I would have to walk there. More specifically, of course, it is the mountains that have always called me. I don’t know why. I can never hope to answer it – I only know that mountains are my home – that my soul is joined to the mountains – they are my mothers and fathers. I belong to them and only feel truly “home” when I am in amongst them. Just like marmots and picas prefer the alpine – so do I. And that is why I am not a peak-bagger. Yes, getting to the top of a mountain gives me a wonderful feeling of accomplishment. But what moves me beyond that is hiking into the arms of the mountains – getting up close and personal – looking into their beautiful faces and experiencing their splendour and might. And ridge walks – I want to walk the ridges where my eyes and soul can be satiated for hours on end.
Hiking – nothing gives me what hiking does – that forward motion of the body – the work I expend. Our bodies (my body) were made for this. The aches, the sweat, the stink, the work, the tiredness – I love it all.
Most of all, I think, hiking brings me back to my roots – almost literally. I am part of Mother Earth – just one more piece of the entire eco-system. When I am out as I was on Mount Robson – or as I am here, especially in the alpine which is my particular home, I feel the connection. I feel the strands of me entwined with the roots of the earth and I know I am a part of her. I walk on sacred ground when I tread high mountain paths.